DeTroy Williams sat in the driver’s seat of his bus. His guts were growling but no worse than they
had growled the day before.
He was lined up behind the last of the decoys that were to
head west toward Maricopa, hopefully to pull defenders in that direction. The decoys were running with their lights on while the actual convoy was running "dark", except when they applied their brakes...like when they were waiting.
His bus was at the vanguard of the 4000 odd vehicles that
were to penetrate into downtown Los Angeles and to hook up with Cali troops
that were holding the Federal buildings.
There, they would replenish ammo and receive medical attention.
As the first vehicle in the convoy he was the most likely to
be targeted and killed. He had come to
accept that fact. Bona-Brown was a
spiteful man and had left DeTroy an “officer” so every person entering and
leaving his bus would have to stop and salute him. And he, in turn, would have to salute back.
The buses were
staged in four columns. Each bus had
approximately forty soldiers and an officer sitting immediately behind the
driver whose job it was to hand out weapons upon disbarkment. DeTroy’s officer was tipping into shock due
to dehydration and would not survive the morning.
The convoy turned onto I-5.
At that point I-5 is a divided highway with three northbound and three
southbound lanes. The convoy drove down
both the north and southbound lanes. The
center lanes were reserved for the Godzillas.
The Godzillas took the precaution of bracketing themselves between two
buses to provide some shielding from the expected artillery.
Visibility was poor but adequate. The moon was nearly full and was just
starting to descend. The pale rock was
bare of vegetation and reflected the moonlight onto the pavement.
The California Central Valley is alluvial in origin. It is the bottom of ancient lake beds and is
notable for its flatness. As one heads
south on I-5, the landscape changes from flat to folded.
Flatlands are ideal for armored movement. Defenders are not able to predict enemy
movement and cannot concentrate their fire.
Flatlands favor the offensive.
Hills favor the defender.
The steep slopes and the valleys that fold back on themselves funnel
invaders. The multiply wrinkled
landscape provides a multitude of firing positions that are shielded from
direct counterbattery.
DeTroy knew that the shit was going to hit the fan as soon
as I-5 left the flatlands.
He had a panoramic view through his windshield. Time passed in slow motion for him. His bus was slaved to the convoy via WIFI and
the convoy was traveling at a precise 80 klicks per hour. He could see the twinkle of shells detonating
above I-5 as they approached the cut south of Grapevine. Clearly, the crews were tuning in their
positions. And then the twinkling
stopped.
DeTroy thought he had escaped unscathed when nothing had
happened for the first ten minutes. But
then, six klicks south of Grapevine, just after rounding a bend that prevented
the rest of the convoy from seeing him, the sky lit up with aerial mortar
bursts. One of the shells detonated 150
feet above his bus and slightly in front of it such that he could see it
through his windshield.
Lest you forget, DeTroy’s formative years had been shaped by
the game of football. DeTroy was a wide
receiver which is one of the most exposed positions in the violent game of
football.
A skilled quarterback will throw the ball so the receiver
must stretch out and catch the ball with just his fingertips. Stretched out, the receiver is vulnerable to
injuries due to violent tackles. Even
after catching the ball the receiver is vulnerable as every defender in the
backfield vectors toward him.
DeTroy learned early on that the best defense was to not be
there when the tackler intended to impact.
He held back a small reserve of speed for that very situation. The difference between getting slammed to the
ground and a glancing tackle and a possible first down was a matter of six
inches.
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